"Fine," she said, visibly pushing the incident into the closest unbooked 2am, "Fine! Fine, good. Well, if the police didn't come looking for you she probably survived. Lying down!" 

She wavered on one leg, for a moment unclear if that was an instruction or an announcement. Then she found a line and things snapped back into place for a moment.

"Leg stays off," she said firmly. "It's the same foot as your hurt one. If it's off I can break simulational spirals by reminding myself that I have no leg at all. We're also not doing psych training tonight, I need to do a full diagnostic. Make sure that your body metabolized everything correctly, do microrepairs of any damaged muscles that won't heal in a full day of light rest. We've got a for real match tomorrow and we're shifting to repair and recovery from now until then. That means you'll be free to choose any light activities you regard as psychologically restful and focusing."

"But tonight -" she thought. Weighed something up. [i]Hmmmm[/i]ed. "Lying down. Give me a moment to think."